I was going to post about the mythological background of the Arab horse. But we got sad news here in Delaware this week.

If you saw my last post you saw the picture of the young woman sitting with her mare, and I mentioned that Delaware has a very strong Arabian community. On the 21st we lost 11 Egyptian Arabians, one mare is being cared for at New Bolton. The Farm is Yorklyn Arabians and they had a fire.

a Go Fund has been set up to help the family here. If you can donate it would be awesome, if you can boost the signal that would be awesome as well.

Current Mood: sad

Current Music:Ascensiion

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I've been good about posting in my Blogger, but I'm not good with coming here. Mind you I've been bad about all sorts of things for the past while. Someone pointed out that I should read my e-mail more than once a week.

I am at work for the 8th day out of 21 days in a row... sigh*

I have an idea for NANO - but again I will be away for a week with the crazy schedule. But maybe it will keep me from going crazy.

Just about done with The Almighty Johnsons first season, now I wish I could find the other two seasons.

The Strain - I love the way they have adapted the books, moving some things into the first season that were in the second book. But I kind of feel like they dumbed down Fett

First off I am going to try to do a “Book of Days” thing.So hopefully you will be seeing more posts from me.It may be bits of writing or normal post stuff.Mind you I am bad at sticking to things so we will see how far I get on that.

Also I saw the second Hobbit movie.I really enjoyed it.Yes the movie deviated from the book and I wonder if he is giving some characters an ‘out’ from the ending they had in the book.I get why he would want to give them an out and I will be alright with it.

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I don’t normally do blog tours, but I’m trying to get a feel for it before I do one for myself and I really believe in these guys, so it seemed like a good place to start. So without further ado let me present the:

Book Title: Jilted

Author: Kara Leigh Miller

Publisher: Books to Go Now

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 9.15.2013

Length: 49K

Heat Rating: Hot

Book Blurb:

Amy and Brett have been friends since they were kids; and their friendship has withstood the test of time. But can it withstand Brett's fiancée, Vanessa?

Brett Hudson has often wondered what it would be like to be more than Amy's friend, but when he's chosen as the newest professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars, he meets Vanessa, one of the shows costume designers and it's a whirlwind romance that ends in a wedding proposal. As the big day draws closer, Brett begins to think that marrying Vanessa might be a bad idea. She wants him to give up Amy. Completely. Will he give up his best friend for the woman he's supposed to marry?

Amy King is heartbroken to learn that Brett is marrying another woman. But, when Brett is jilted at the altar, he begs Amy to go on his honeymoon with him. A week on a tropical island with her best friend, the man she'sfantasized about for years is a dream come true for Amy. But when Brett suggests crossing the line from friends to lovers, Amy is reluctant. Will she risk years of friendship for one night of passion?

"It's because you go for the wrong type of guy," Brett said matter-of-factly, pouring a third shot down his throat. "Those muscle bound jocks are all bark and no bite. They look good on the outside, but they're a mess on the inside."

Amy threw a piece of ice at him and laughed. "And the goody two shoes, school teacher types you date are much better?"

"Nope." He grinned. "Which is why we're both still single."

She sighed. "Yeah, so much for my dream of having kids."

"You're young. I'm sure you'll find someone." He drank his last shot and chased it with his beer.

"I'm thirty, Brett. By the time I find a man, date him, and get married, I'll be an old hag with no viable eggs."

The thought of Amy finding a man to marry and have kids with didn't sit well with him. He couldn't stomach the thought of losing her. "I'll tell you what." He leaned across the table and pointed at her. "Three years from now, if neither of us are married, I'll marry you and give you as many babies as you want." Brett's words were slurred. Yup. He was definitely drunk. He wouldn't have made that proposition otherwise.

"Yeah right." Amy rolled her eyes. "You and me? That would be like fucking my brother. Thanks, but no thanks."

He flinched at her words. "You think of me as your brother?" That bothered him a lot more than it should, especially considering he'd never once thought of her as a sister.

She shrugged. "We're best friends. How else would I think of you?" Amy glanced away, and then set her gaze on him again. "Why? How do you think of me?"

Oh shit! He hadn't expected the conversation to backfire on him like that. What was he supposed to tell her? That he thought of her as a best friend that he wanted to fuck? No, he definitely couldn't tell her that. "As a friend, I guess. I don't know. It's not like I sit around and think about how I should think of you. You're Amy."

"And you're drunk."

"Maybe a little." He grinned. "So, do we have a deal or what?"

Author Bio:

Kara is a multi-published romance author who dabbles in young adult, new adult, paranormal, and contemporary romances. However, her genre of choice will always be erotic romance. She's a member of the CNY Writers Haven and the Romance Writers of America. Writing is her passion and she loves to share her knowledge and enthusiasm with her fellow authors and her fans.

Today, Kara resides in Upstate New York with her husband, five kids, three cats, and two dogs. When she's not reading or writing, she's spending time with her family and friends.

Nothing excites Kara more than hearing from her fans. So, send her a note. She'll go total fan girl over it!

She'd just placed another call through to Pemsky's office, which went straight to his voicemail, when the office door opened. Halo smiled and looked up into dreamy, gold-flecked green eyes, short sandy brown hair, a slight cleft chin, and full lips set in a hard line. Even with the stern look he had on his face, her hormones jumped into overdrive.

Mr. Dreamy cleared his throat—she must've been staring. In her most professional voice she said, "Good morning. How may I help you?"

He removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded the sheet.

"I was parked in front of the Beacon Hill Ale House and my driver's side mirror was sideswiped by one of Pemsky's Security's SUV's Friday night."

Halo loved the Beacon Hill Ale House. Every Saturday night the Ale House allowed local bands to jam together. That's where she'd met her last loser boyfriend. She'd had a lot of loser boyfriends. She's currently on a hiatus from dating, but she wouldn't mind jumping back into the dating game for this dream-boat.

He handed her the piece of paper.

"I wasn't able to get a look at the driver, but I got the license plate number of the vehicle that hit my car and drove away."

He emphasized the last part.

"I'm very sorry about your car. I'm sure Mr. Pemsky will be happy to cover the damage." Halo checked the company log and Pemsky's name popped up as the driver—she gulped.

Author Bio:

Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.

Sharon is a writer of paranormal and contemporary romance. She loves romance. She loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other's arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deserve—with a few bumps and bruises along the way.

One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.

When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.

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I really need to start spending more time here! Todays goal is to get going on “Season of the Witch, town of the witch” and hopefully decide what decade to set it in. It is either in the 1920’s or in the 2000’s. What do you guys think? 20’s or 00’s?

The past three months have been non-stop until about… well,l until July third. Some of it has been good and some of it has been bad, mostly it wouldn’t be interesting unless you are interested in dog attacks on sheep and polio (sheep polio is not what you think, it’s a neurological disease that normally stems from poisoning or over eating) so I’m not going to talk about it, if you want to know I’ll tell you.

Hockey season is finally over. It went better for the Bruins than I expected, but they still fell two games short of the Stanly Cup. Two of my favorites were seriously injured. Although both of them say they will be fine for camp, I can’t see how since camp opens soon. Since then the team has made some weird moves. Basically getting rid of 4 men who play on the right side of the ice - including two men I will miss like crazy and two I don’t care one way or the other about.

I’ve started something new and am 7546 words into it. I have much more time now since the hockey season is over.

How about you all? How have you been doing since I fell off the map?

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Although it isn’t always obvious, I am from Boston . Yes, I have spent most of my life in the Philly metro area, but Boston is still home, if I had my way I would live in both places at once. Boston is a city of small places as you have probably heard over and over again this week. These small places are tied together with string made up of sport and history. Often the thread is sport and history at the same time as is the case with Patriots Day. The holiday is celebrated with the marathon, a Red Sox game and then the Bruins or Celtics in the evening. To give this a little personal context I left for Columbus OH on the 9th and was just returning home on the 15th. I was at a trade show that is long days and tight living. I was sick Sunday night. Monday we left around ten in the morning for our long drive home. I was co-pilot and I was glibly telling the driver about Marathon Monday when I started to get texts that something had happened at the marathon. Boston lives with one foot in the past. The Marathon celebrates the battles of Lexington and Concord. I know you’ve heard that a million times now, but it can’t be said enough, this is a public Civic holiday. There is so much going on that day; reenactments of the battles, reenactments of the ride of Paul Revere and William Dawes. It is often one of the first really nice days in Boston and after a long winter everyone wants to be out. Patriots Day is half memorial service and half Bacchanalia and totally, utterly sacred. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t stayed at the finish line until the last runner had crossed a million hours after the start, totally snookered and talking to people they had just met. It’s just something that you do at least once in your life. My brother in law had said he might go that year. He had gone in the past. He had decided not to, but it took me about an hour to get in touch with him. Patriots Day in general and the Marathon in particular is personal to Boston. It is ours in a way that no other holiday is. I have spent a lot of time texting and e-mailing this week. I have been angry, and frightened and sad. My family has been locked down. My family has heard explosions. Hundreds of rounds were shot not far from my old office. This week has been hard, but hard places make hard people. All Bostonians were wounded by this act even if we weren’t there that day. I doubt that we will ever know why this happened, I’m not sure I care why it happened. I want my city to go back to normal. I want people to feel safe. I want next Patriots Day to be sunny and I want to see happy locals giveing high fives to strangers again.

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This past weekend I’ve been playing catch up. Catch up with laundry, catch up with making lunches. I downloaded a few books and my pod-casts, so I am almost ready for the week.

While at work on Saturday, my co-worker and I had a long talk about folk lore and fantasy. So I started thinking about one of my favorite fairy-tails, or maybe I should say groups of fairytales.

When I was little my mother read me Andrew Lang’s “Fairy Book” series. There are twelve books in the series. The first book is “The Blue Fairy Book” and it was published in 1889, the last one was the “Lilac Fairy Book” and it was published in 1910. In that eleven years fairytales went from rather brutal to what we think of them now - Jack went from “Jack the Giantkiller” to “Jack in the Beanstalk”

One of my favorite stories was in the first book and was called “Bluebeard”. Basicly a woman marries a siralkiller and is told not to go into a room in the house they share, of course she does and finds all the dead wives he has had before her. In the version in the Lang book the woman’s brothers save her. I probably would have liked it better if she had saved herself.

That said, Bluebeard is the French version of this type of tale, there other versions where the woman does save herself.

Bluebeard scared the crap out of me as a child and engendered a lifelong love of horror.